Russell Nero

Rookie - 201 Points ['Crow'] (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

201. Scarlett Jade 5/14/2013
202. Scarred Heart 9/6/2013
203. Scream 5/21/2013
204. Separate Me, My Soul From My Body 6/17/2013
205. Serenity Somewhere In An Open Field 9/3/2013
206. Set To Ashes 8/11/2013
207. Seventeen Hours 9/23/2013
208. Shadowed Eyes 1/19/2014
209. Shadowless Comparison Of My Ghostly Ways 6/19/2013
210. She Said 1/19/2014
211. Shrinking Rooms 8/10/2013
212. Silver Winter 5/15/2013
213. Simultaneously 5/13/2013
214. Sleeping Beauty 11/1/2013
215. Sorceress 6/16/2013
216. Spartacus 1/19/2014
217. Spinning Backwards Since... 5/19/2013
218. Spinning Vortex 1/21/2014
219. Stared Into Nothing 5/10/2013
220. Stolen From Me 5/14/2013
221. Stranger 5/9/2013
222. Street Rat 6/19/2013
223. Study Or Staring 5/10/2013
224. Surrender To Anger 7/16/2014
225. Symphony Of Sympathy 8/10/2013
226. Tear Drops 5/9/2013
227. Terrified... 5/9/2013
228. The Bright Red Of A Rosebud 5/13/2013
229. The Cards Karma Dealt 1/19/2014
230. The Catch And The Tremble 6/24/2014
231. The Crowing Raven 7/9/2015
232. The Curse Of Many To The Audience Of One 9/3/2013
233. The Knife That Killed Me 5/7/2014
234. The Script 9/6/2013
235. The Sound Of Breathing 5/13/2013
236. The Sun Questions Life 5/13/2013
237. The Supernova Of Emptiness 5/15/2013
238. The Tale Of Juliet 7/9/2013
239. The Words Of A Minor 6/22/2013
240. Thursday 1/23/2014
Best Poem of Russell Nero

The Bright Red Of A Rosebud

Calling…calling who…
Rose…Rose…Rose…
Does the name belong to her, the one I still finger the touch of her lips upon mine
Does the lonely picture in my pocket portray her, the one I keep resting in my wallet
The one my lips touch everyday in a small instant
Rose…her name drives the very strength out of me
Leaving me pale stricken, glossy eyed
In a moment filled eclipse of irrelevant static
The static mimicking the sound of a thousand buzzing flies
Slowly encompassing me in deliberate darkness
Rose…what is the reason I know of you
Rose…what is the reason to why I...

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Calling Of Sleep

Bury me...in a cloud of feathers and pillows
Smother me...in a dozen blankets soft as sheep wool
Bury me, smother me
back to sleep
Lullaby me, hypnotize me please
something put me back to sleep
to start this day over again, at least in my own eyes
Sad songs have dictated my morning
nudging me to always remember, always reflect

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